I Can Gain One Skill Point Per Second Chapter 673: The Martial Emperor Appears

The red-haired individual possessed peerless might, standing superior to Xiang Wuxing. His fabled punch had once split a mountainside, dividing a colossal peak into two halves with a solitary strike.

The inhabitants of this world, lacking any cognizance of the Power of Law, could only harness their boundless creativity to articulate the materialized manifestation of this power.

They conferred upon him the appellation of the War God.

Establishing rank through martial prowess to protect Dubhe Pavilion was the initial strategy conceptualized by Zhang Yun and his contemporaries.

How could this young maiden have ever conceived that the seemingly inept disciple she accepted could hoist the Sect Leaders of the Eight Provinces like mere fledglings and present them before the assembled crowd?

Nor could she have envisioned that the red-haired warrior, wielding fists potent enough to shatter the heavens and earth, would engage Lin Yi in a serious contest of strength?

At the precise moment when all anticipated the devastating wind from the red-haired warrior's fist and his supreme Divine Power would obliterate Lin Yi into nothingness, and when Zhang Yun was convinced of Lin Yi's impending doom, with Dubhe Pavilion on the brink of collapse.

A spectacle beyond comprehension then transpired.

The young man maintained his composure, his figure, though not imposing, stood resolute like a celestial pillar, absorbing the tremendous impact of the punch without the slightest tremor.

Lin Yi's palm, resembling the vast, unending ocean, absorbed the entirety of the force, leaving no residual trace, incapable of generating even a ripple despite the earth-shattering power unleashed.

Observing the elder with crimson hair, his fiery whiskers defied gravity, floating upwards, and with his contorted expression of strain, it was abundantly clear he was exerting his utmost power.

If one were to suggest that the vermillion-haired old phantom was in collusion with the young man, how could such a preposterous notion hold any water?

The individuals commanding authority within the Three Pavilions and Three Provinces are none other than the Grand Elders of those respective pavilions.

Their allegiance reports directly to the Martial Emperor, their formidable strength commanding dominion over the territories of the four provinces, their authority rivaling that of emperors in bygone eras. For such a paramount figure to conspire with an unknown youth to orchestrate self-humiliation would be a fate far more ignominious than outright annihilation.

"Boy, who, just who are you?"

A look of profound horror gradually dawned upon the red-haired warrior's countenance.

He made several attempts to withdraw his fist, which was ensnared within Lin Yi's grasp, but regardless of the sheer force he applied, it felt as though his fist had become inextricably fused with Lin Yi's hand, rendering it immobile by even an inch.

Lin Yi found it beneath him to entertain such inquiries.

The red-haired warrior's level of might did not warrant Lin Yi's condescension to offer an explanation.

Furthermore, even if the latter were privy to his origins, what practical benefit would accrue?

Even the presence of the so-called Martial Emperor would prove insufficient to rescue him from Lin Yi's inescapable grip.

The rapidly shifting dynamics of the conflict elicited exclamations of exhilaration from the assembled spectators.

The established hierarchy, maintained by the absolute dominance of the Three Pavilions and Eight Provinces, had left all factions within Yunzhou feeling profoundly confined, as if ensnared within insurmountable walls.

The stark disparity in status was unequivocally demonstrated.

Did this not represent a microcosm of the Three Realms and Six Paths?

As this encirclement teetered on the precipice of being broken, the initial aggressor, the one who launched the first strike, revealed the true inclinations of their hearts.

Lin Yi's stoic silence, coupled with the deepening sternness etched upon his features, served as the most eloquent rejoinder.

In this precise juncture, the destructive Power that the red-haired warrior so proudly wielded...

The sheer terror that permeated his being had a tangible effect on the red-haired warrior's visual perception. To him, Lin Yi's hand appeared no different from incandescent magma, instilling in him a profound reluctance to initiate any further physical contact.

If he was incapable of breaching Lin Yi's defenses, could he not at least disengage himself?

With a swift, decisive slicing motion, the red-haired warrior severed his own right arm.

Even this fleeting exchange furnished the red-haired warrior with an unflinching comprehension of the vast chasm separating his abilities from those of Lin Yi. Although he had mastered the pinnacle of Yang cultivation and formidable fist and leg techniques, he found that even these could be executed with mystical and multifaceted approaches, embodying a perfect fusion of suppleness and rigidity.

Yet, in the face of Lin Yi's prowess, no matter how refined his maneuvers, they proved utterly futile.

Witnessing the red-haired warrior being pursued by Lin Yi in a manner akin to a chastised canine with its tail tucked, the two Grand Elders from the opposing pavilions could no longer maintain their passive stance.

The intricate techniques channeled through their palms moved with alacrity, their assault directly targeting Lin Yi's head.

Conventionally, their every action would induce tremors in cities, yet on this day, their formidable methods were rendered impotent.

Should Lin Yi deign to employ a modicum of seriousness and shroud himself in the Power of the Primordial, he would undoubtedly appear as the War God descended, eclipsing these self-proclaimed titans of the Three Pavilions.

The spectacular and potent techniques had not even neared Lin Yi before an unseen force systematically dismantled them.

This overwhelming superiority left both adversaries seething with indignation and paralyzed by helplessness.

The enigmatic force responsible for neutralizing their every attack remained utterly inscrutable to them. To launch a full-scale assault, they harbored a palpable fear of self-annihilation."Red-haired fellow, we can't assist you, flee quickly!"

The red-haired individual's thoughts swirled with curses.

Did they truly need to instruct him to escape? With a blazing inferno rapidly advancing behind, even an idiot would recognize the urgency to flee, let alone this red-haired elder.

He paid no mind to his severed limb, nor did he fret over the inevitable hindrances to his cultivation path. In this moment, his sole focus was on preserving his own life.

Maximizing the operational speed of the Source Power coursing within him, the red-haired man unleashed his legs and sprinted away from Lin Yi's position.

His demands were minimal; he simply hoped his two companions could buy him a moment's delay.

In the face of overwhelming might, all strategies devolved into mere pretense.

Against someone unqualified to even command the Power of the Primordial, if Lin Yi permitted his escape, could he maintain his standing?

Even if he was unrecognized in Xiang Wuxing, his personal pride forbade such a fundamental error.

"If you depart, won't that make me appear foolish?"

Lin Yi lifted his palm, directing it towards the fleeing red-haired man, and gave a gentle clench.

An immense force, equivalent to ten thousand times gravity, instantaneously ensnared the red-haired man. He had no chance to react, much less counter, this terrifying power. Even before his spirit could register, his body was already seized by Lin Yi's grip at the neck.

"Red-haired specter, you resolved to attack me, yet you now contemplate fleeing? Should I label you disrespectful, or simply a coward?"

The Eternal Power and the Power of Chaos simultaneously surged into his body, agitating the Source Power within him violently.

Now confronting a formidable adversary, he found himself utterly incapable of mustering any strength. The meridians throughout his body sustained varied degrees of damage almost instantly. The uncontrolled surge of vital energy led to him expelling a mouthful of blood.

Having navigated Xiang Wuxing for countless years, the red-haired man feared no one, save perhaps the Martial Emperor.

Yet here he was, about to be extinguished effortlessly, his heart consumed by a profound sense of injustice.

He didn't even need to observe to picture his two old comrades recoiling and the guardians of Yunzhou witnessing his predicament.

"Heh, possessing lesser skill than others, I can only submit to your will. I presume, given your formidable strength, you hold no interest in my possessions, nor any knowledge I might possess."

This was the solitary point the red-haired individual could comprehend.

Just as Lin Yi prepared to deliver a decisive blow to crush this deceitful wretch, a voice, resonant as a colossal bell, echoed above the martial arts arena.

"Young visitor from afar, causing such a commotion, is it to seek an audience with this Emperor? Now that the Emperor is present, would you deign to spare my inadequate subordinate? We can endeavor to reach an accord."

All present apprehended this resounding declaration and could not help but quiver with anticipation.

Levitating through the air, enveloped by Holy Light that illuminated his form, the light falling upon the ground fostered an environment of burgeoning vitality.

Who else could it be, but the esteemed Martial Emperor himself?